Chapter 3

"You mean I get this room for my work along with others in the class, of course." It was a little hard to grasp, and Kitty looked quizzically into the eyes of the Director of Graduate Studies at Merriweather Hospital.

Henderson Windham smiled and shook his head. "No, Catherine, it's all yours. You may on occasion have to share it, but you brought with you a cum laude record from Lebanon Hospital and that's a sort of Johns Hopkins with honors in the nursing field to us here at Merriweather. We want to keep you with us and we want you to be comfortable. Your only responsibility will be to the lab chief and to me. He will monitor your samplings and your chemical analyses."

"Well, thank you very much, Dr. Windham."

"Mister will do nicely, thank you. You know Princeton; you've grown up here. We don't use the formal; the 'Doctor is just assumed among academic people. As a matter of fact, when you feel more at ease in your environment, you may call me "Henderson or Hen...." The white crew cut bobbed as he chuckled. "... or just H.W. You're with friends and you're involved in a very much misunderstood study. So good luck and don't let anyone push you around. Just call for help." Even as he spoke, Henderson felt the headiness of the new adventure. His reputation for sternness with all grad students stood to be blown to atoms by his informality with this new one. But something about her dragged the words from him, "Just keep it formal in the hospital corridors where the patients and the other students hear."

"Thank you." She couldn't find the courage to call a man thirty years her senior by any of his suggestions and, feeling a trifle foolish, put her hand weakly into his. It was then she noticed what her nervousness to make a good impression had made her overlook. Dr. Henderson Windham was showing a pronounced bulge directly under where their hands met. "I am really looking forward to my research and you're very nice to give me such a beautiful place to work."

Her glance moved round the room deliberately and slowly, to give him a chance to adjust his slacks and hide what had swollen even more. He saw her look at the tiled counters and the racks of test tubes; the day-bed in the corner and the exam table in the little alcove over by the sink. "Thought this layout would get you started, but you just call the building super if you need other gear or things rearranged. Tell me, Miss Carr, and it stays 'Miss Carr' till you tell me it's Ms., or call me Hen-What precisely do you think you will focus study on in your lab work? The areas of virility and fertility and libido are very broad."

She looked at him, wondering if it was a trap question to see if she was serious in her study of male sexual problems. 'To be honest, I haven't decided, but I believe I'm going to focus on sperm fructolysis, perhaps get the lab to let me use some of their migrameter equipment and make the first inquiry into sperm motility."

Henderson nodded thoughtfully and she smiled to herself at his move to put the examining table between them to hide the state of his groin. It didn't seem to bother his concentration, she thought, admiring the Ivy League cool.

"It would be a fine thing," he observed, looking calmly into her eyes, "to have a really imaginative study of some aspect of human sexuality going on at Merriweather. It can be your Master's thesis almost without formal class hours required, I suspect. Your background is superior in academic things," he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to note you were married to Arnold Graber."

"You knew him?" Kitty's eyebrow raised suspiciously.

"As a total ass." Henderson flattened his hands in a sign that meant the subject was closed. 'Tell me, do you think you might stay with this inquiry into sexuality of the male for more than the two years required for the degree?"

"I don't know," admitted Kitty, laughing lightly. "Maybe we can bring the center of sexual studies out of Chicago and away from Masters and Johnson. I'm very interested."

"You'll have carte blanche to all equipment, Miss Carr . . ." He chuckled, though the laugh was a little tight, she noticed. "... and where will you recruit your donors for the necessary ... you know ..."

"Sperm?"

He slapped his thigh. "I like that about you. You're very direct."

It was time to take a chance. Kitty gambled that what she read in his eyes said it was right. "I'll get it from various sources. There's a stranger donor section in the artificial insemination experiment lab over at Rocky Hill, but I'd like to get it right here."

Windham frowned thoughtfully. "You'd ask discreetly, of course."

"Of course." Kitty rounded the table, heart pounding at the chance she was taking. "Like the lucky dollar for a new business, why don't you be my first donor of a sampling for good luck?"

His face flushed darkly and her heart skipped. "You know, I just might." He looked mysteriously over his shoulder to be sure the door was closed. "I could know your routine then. How do I get the sampling to you ... I mean, it's not exactly a urinalysis."

She giggled irrepressibly. "You have to masturbate it into this."

Aware of his choked reaction, she turned to the sink for a test tube, handed one to the man and headed for the door. "I'll just wait outside the door. Now if I'm not mistaken that button by the. cot is a nurse call button. Flip it on when you have my sperm specimen." Swinging airily away from the nonplussed Director of Graduate Studies, she strode to the door.

It was less than five minutes before the red light showed over the door and Kitty hurried back into the room. Henderson Windham, blushing and clearly embarrassed, grinned sheepishly. "I never have been much at doing it like this. I hope you believe me, I would be honestly honored to be your first experiment and also to see what you discover of my sperm motility. But I can't seem to."

It called for daring and Kitty was up for it. "You must be my first experiment, Dr. Windham. Now, let's see ..." Her voice drifted, then her eyes danced. "It's easy. We're both in science and we're going to keep it clinical, except for my encouragement"

"Encouragement?" He leaned against the examining table and the bulge was back, but this time he made no effort to hide it.

"Yes." Her fingers found the belt buckle and then the zipper and without waiting permission, she slid the limp penis into the open. Ignoring his sharp intake of breath, she milked the organ in deliberate stimulation and watched it climb in steadily surging eagerness. Remarkable in a man of sixty plus, she thought. She ignored the inarticulate gagging sounds.

"Now, that's fine." She shrugged from the beige three-quarter length coat and, as if it were a daily routine, stepped to the clothes tree by the closet to hang it carefully. "Just use your imagination any way you want. I'll work around so you won't have to feel embarrassed with me in the room while you're doing it. Don't forget, I need the sampling in the test tube. Think of me as your wife."

"Yes ... yes, of course. You're awfully nice to do this." His urgency with his prick could be heard in pumping flesh sounds, and Kitty fought the urge to turn and watch.

"Ridiculous of me!" grunted Windham. "Must have stage fright."

"Can I help any way?" Desperation stormed into her thoughts. A misstep could hurt her or even drive her from Merriweather Hospital and opportunity, but she sensed that this was a man with far more than clinical interest in her work. Taking a deep breath, she made the move, arms extending high above her head as she drew her sweater up from her shoulders. "I think we must be willing to stimulate the contribution," she said, dropping her skirt and moving around the side of the room "Tell me what you see."

"Miss Carr, I wouldn't dare," came the croaked answer. "Try!"

"You want to know, young lady? I'll tell you then. I see you walkin' around with flesh-colored bikini panties and a see-through bra and your pretty ass curved and begging for it!" His voice went shrill and high and she tensed in surprise. "And I want to see more! Shove those gorgeous tits right in my face!"

She acted on the impulse to do his command, turned and walked slowly toward him, watching him grip his cock, pounding with one hand, clutching the test tube in the other.

"I ... tell me what you see!" he demanded, when she stood before him.

"I'll tell you," she said sultrily. "I see your huge shiny prick sticking straight out and aiming at me. That beautiful thing is ten feet long and three feet wide and you're jerking it off because you love my seeing what a gorgeous thing it is and you've always wanted to fly in a girl's face!"

"Yes!" screamed the passion-driven doctor. "Yes, I have! I have ... all these years I've wanted to blast all over a beautiful girl, right while she was looking and wanting."

His fist pumped at a furious rate and suddenly his groan sprang at her. "Ohhhh, Miss Carr...yessss!"

Before she could duck, the discharge caught her, spraying and cascading, then trickling down her astonished eyes to her cheeks and dripping to her bra. With a cry she leaped for the test tube in his fingers, just missing the last drops. She had completely forgotten her experiment and lost the specimen!

"Oh, dear!" She leaned against the wall feeling very stupid. What could be the aftermath of such a fiasco that pretended to be the start of a graduate study program? It could kill all her hopes. Professional status in jeopardy, she stepped proudly from the corner, ignoring her scanty attire. "Come here." She said it in a quiet, clinical monotone, motioning to the examining table.

"I'm sorry," gasped the chagrined Windham, feeling totally unprofessional'. "Just got carried away."

She glared at the pendant muscle dangling now from his front with disgusting laziness. At sixty-plus what chance, she wondered, of bringing it to a head again?

"He's such a sweet little cock," Windham heard her murmur when he was seated. "All curly and shriveled. Even that way he's pretty. And he's not going to cheat me out of my first experiment that way ..." Her fingers massaged along the limp penis and squished the jellylike form. She stroked back and watched the foreskin peel away from the crimson cap.

"What I am going to do may be all wrong, but it's all in the interest of science." Not looking up from her preoccupation with shriveled glans, she commanded, "Sit up on the examining table."

He hoisted backward and perched at the corner, looking down at the raven dark hair tumbling over the sleek slope of her shoulders.

"Isn't it amazing?" she murmured, seeming to ask it of herself. "All the blood pumps like crazy down into this little dead end street." She wiggled the rubbery cock. "And it grows and grows a mile long and stands straight up...."

Windham gawked at the exciting curve of her back and the wide flare of her hips, noticing that she was bent across the corner of the examining table at an angle that drove the curve into her crotch. It was that which sent the jolt of sensual madness into his still quiescent dick and stirred the puffy response. He gawked at the feminine fingertips playing along the limp flesh and saw the thickening start. Casually she straightened and strolled to the sink for the discarded test tube and he took it silently when she returned, hardly daring to hope that one so beautiful would find him interesting enough to masturbate personally.

Her face turned back toward his groin and, lips puckered, she bent forward to kiss the elongating organ. Windham was dumbstruck. Never in his life had a woman, not even his wife, ever touched him there with her lips.

Kitty pulled back silently, looked up the length of his body slowly, mischief dancing in her eyes. "I am probably saying good-bye to you and to Merriweather, Doctor Windham, but I will be going honestly. If I stay, to tell you the truth, I may have to do this and more with some of my clients who are reluctant with samplings. And I will not he and tell you I hate reluctant men. I love it when they're shy and I know what to do about it. Purely clinically, of course." She never smiled, obviously committed to go for broke. "First we have to get our organ properly readied for the secondary ejaculation. Only one way to do that."

Her finger slipped under the man's penis and he gaped at the bold way she let it bend over her forefinger. Lush ruby lips parted and she paused momentarily. "Informal sterilizing,'' she whispered. "I'm going to put him inside and see how long it takes before most of him comes bursting out."

Henderson Windham couldn't believe the sight. Her warm lips closed around his curled penis and he felt her tongue dart and weave boldly around the now totally engulfed cock. Hot saliva bathed it freely as she munched and chewed on the flaccid phallic tissue. Then the tingling began and her head ducked as she felt the puffing inside her oral port and knew his erection was seconds away.

"Dear God I" he panted. "Do turn your head, Miss Carr ... let me see!"

She tilted, and simultaneously felt the swelling torture going on in the cavity of the mouth. His cock, thought an overcome Windham, in the mouth of this creature! He saw it ripen and rise and then her head tilted again and obscured the point where her lips sealed against the base of his cock's attachment to his body.

"See ... I wanna see!" he gasped.

His head swam at the vision of loveliness crouching before him. Kitty turned her forehead upward and it was incredible. Inch by swelling inch the horny gristie ballooned and seemed to back from her luscious satiny lips-till six inches of rock-hard penis were exposed ... and the rest ... the rest was planted right in the middle of her sucking mouth. His body trembled in violent spasm and Kitty spewed the glistening prick from her lips and stared, worried.

"Are you all right, Doctor Windham?" Her hand dropped from the shaft and she drew back inches from the quivering hard-on.

His glance flew toward the door. "Must be mad!" he gasped. "That door could open any second."

The witch in nudie panties and bra saw genuine fear in his face and gambled she could make the fright work for her. It could. And there you are! Everyone in the hospital would know that Dr. Windham's big phallus was driving a female nutty down in the grad wing." Even as she taunted, she grabbed the sopping white cock and waved it defiantly. "Look how scared he is! You got a whole inch longer and bigger on the end just thinkin' you threw away your job letting me play with you."

Windham stared at the change in his organ. Just as the wild one had said-he was bigger than ever before in any other remembered arousal.

"I . . . dare . . . you. . . . Let me . . . suck . . . you ... off ... Doctor ..." The challenge came very slowly and Henderson was her captive. For a second, to give him a chance to flee, she diddled the swollen darkness of his cap across the satiny curve of her lower hp, then, impatient, she ovalled just enough to force the wide-rimmed corona into the warm and moist cave of her mouth.

Kitty's eyes were wide and filled with wonder as they fixed on his with unblinking intensity. They sparkled in sheer delight at the feeling the suck-off was giving her, and Windham wished he had a camera. His prick! Plunged squarely into the face of the prettiest female he ever could remember. Now her cheeks were expanding and contracting as she went to work m earnest on the fellatio, her green eyes darkening as she tasted, and never once leaving his face.

"Baby, yeah! Suck me, Kitty ... oh, suck me!" He saw her hips moving convulsively as she ground her crotch against the corner of the table to stimulate herself and he wondered almost hysterically if he should warn her that his climax was coming close.

Kitty had her warning. Frantic pulsations were trembling along the man's phallus and suddenly, savagely, a rain shower of semen charged into her mouth. She spewed the prick from her lips and grabbed his hand, holding the test tube to angle the glass to position.

"Ahhh ... ohhhh!" He was caught in the paralysis of orgasm and fought the frantic need to shove the prick back at her face, somehow letting her jerk him into the tube, pumping frenziedly to catch her specimen.

Windham knew he never would forget her final act Once she had the cc's she needed for the specimen, Kitty dove back to the distorted and swollen crown and munched for the last drops. Wild, wonderful sight to see her trying to finish herself against the corner of the table which he knew had to be far from a satisfying stimulation, while she siphoned furiously on his final discharge.

Abruptly it was over, and she stiffened as a quickly softening prick slipped from her pretty lips. Slowly she straightened and stood before him, studying the milky-gray substance he had ejaculated into the tube, apparently unable to meet his eyes.

Finally, with a sigh, she turned away and walked slowly to the container on the sink. "Well, that's that. I know I just zilched my chances at grad school but at least I'm going to leave an honest woman. Goodbye, Doctor."

His face was sober and his eyes calm when she finally looked up at him. "Do you know, Kitty, that is the most beautiful thing that has happened to me ever! And you want to know something? I've got lots of survival instinct, but there I went crazy with excitement, being afraid I'd get caught. Don't you dare talk of leaving! Just be sure you pick your experiment subjects carefully. And have Ben, the sexton, put a good lock on that door."

Kitty's eyes were moist when she reached for him and flung eager arms around his waist. "Doctor ... I ... Henderson .. . Hen . . . thanks ... oh, thank you!"

"Don't," he exclaimed impatient that he couldn't do what his need wanted to try to do. "I want a full report on my sixty-two-year-old sperm. Let me know if I can father a better world, and if not, let me know how I can get the most mileage out of the fun stuff in me." He chuckled. "Unless, that is, you want a regular volunteer for your program. That'll be the most damned fun I could think of."

"You're signed up right now." She dashed for the table and took the card she had prepared for her control group of male volunteers willing to give her regular sperm specimens.

He shook his head sadly, studying the frequency of visit asked for in the program. "I could contribute everyday, but I'd cause a crisis by my inordinate interest in a student as lovely as you. Let's just say I'll make periodic inspections, and you will be responsible to me on those inspections for a report of just how you are progressing with your fructolysis study."

"You're beautiful," murmured Kitty. "How can I thank you?"

"Pick someone better than an Arnold Graber next round," he grunted. "And by the way, pick a few very young men for this series of tests you'll be running.

There must be some you could get with safety. Perhaps some of the Princeton Tigers. They'll have lots to offer and most of them are gentlemen."

"I think that's a great suggestion," enthused Kitty. "I can work it out and if you have any names, let me know."

He stood. thoughtfully at the door, reluctant to leave. "You must be most careful. You're a lady, but many will be ready to brand you a tramp for caring about the sexual fulfillment of the male. I'm a man who has been touched by you, my dear Catherine, and I'll never be the same. But do go carefully, for all of us."

"Thank you, Hen." Only after the door closed did she look down at herself and realize she had never put herself together after the runaway experiment. What would he think later, she wondered, to have left his newest student standing by an examining table, a supposed professional nurse, her body on full display. He'd love it, she knew, and maybe ....

Feeling like a walking automaton, Dr. Henderson Windham never heard the greetings of students or faculty colleagues as he made his way back to his office. His thoughts full of this gorgeous creature newly arrived at Merriweather, totally uninhibited, he was scheming over the ways and means to come back to Room 5 in the Advanced Studies' wing for more and more of the same.

"Divine," he murmured half-aloud, as he fumbled his key ring to get into the sanctuary of his office and mull over what had just happened, feeling a tremor at the thought of the risk he'd taken. "What a way to go!"

For a long time after the door closed behind Windham, Kitty sat alone by her lab table staring at the glass test tube with the grayish liquid in the base. Scarcely more than a teaspoonful. She mused idly that what was the normal ejaculation of a man in his prime felt like a barrage spraying drop by drop.

A renegade droplet had dried on her lower hp and she collected it with her tongue, shivering to the tart-sweet flavor. She studied the wire rack that would contain more than forty such test tubes and wondered if she would be collecting all her specimens of man's sperm in such fashion. A needling guilt traced through her thoughts when she admitted to herself that she honestly hoped so.

Honesty time, she concluded, leaving the high stool and going to the walk-in closet beside the sink where Henderson had told her she'd find smocks and other garb for the lab. Quietly she slipped into the formless smock, started to button it, then caught her image in the mirror above the sink. It was devastatingly sexy to be clinically garbed on the outside while leaving a peek-a-boo show in the shadows behind the gown folds.

"Too sexy!" she breathed softly, wondering at the violent change in her perspective on sex in just the few weeks since returning to Princeton and the family. For a second she posed before the glass, examining the effect of smock closed and smock open. Then with a sigh, she opted to hook a large paper clip to the smock buttonhole to have an emergency restorer of modesty if someone strange walked into her lab.

The lab table was easy to roll to the position she wanted in the corner of the white tiled room best lit by a skylight. It also placed her before the full wall mirror that someone equipping the lab had thoughtfully installed for better light.

"Catherine Carr, you're a narcissistic witch!" she scolded herself aloud, assessing the torridly stacked near nudity under the blue shapelessness of the lab smock.

For nearly an hour after she had finished her experiment in the fructolysis count of Henderson Windham's sperm offering, she sat moodily silent, staring at the smear of semen on the glass slide under the microscope. Her thoughts were far from the scientific aspects of her graduate study. They were focused on what she had concluded about men and their sexual needs.

"I know," she exclaimed abruptly, straightening on the lab stool and staring in amazement at the mirror. "Why didn't I know it all the time?" She grabbed the fined pad on which she'd scribbled her chemical analysis of Dr. Henderson's ejaculation and looked at the last equation. "C6Hi20g equals . . . fructose. Hmmmhhh ... all in those cute little sperm cells. Male gametes. Now let's see ..."

She jotted S+A+C+K = Super Sex. "Hmmmm ... Sex plus Afraid plus Conscience plus Kindliness equals super sex! That's it!' she exclaimed to the empty room. "If a male has some guilty feelings, like Barry did about incest, or if he is afraid a little bit, like Henderson was, or if he's kinky some way like Arnold was, then that's going to make super orgasms. I'm right oh, I'm sure I'm right!"

Clutching her arms across her middle to contain the excitement, she stared at her formula for the most dynamic male climax. "What if you combined all three in one act," she said. "Have a male who has sin-guilty thoughts, is frightened and is maybe a little weird-kinky while he does it? Sex plus Afraid plus Conscience plus Kinky = Super Sex! WOW!"

She mulled over the possibilities of setting up tests of different parts of her formula SACK, as she decided to nickname it. What would she learn from using university guys in such a program? To a native of Princeton, the Tiger undergrads were accepted as wild men in the town. It would be hard to find types there who would be any more than just happy-go-lucky fun guys. That'd be nice, but not for her research.

Just then she remembered her promise to Dennis. A patient fourteen-year-old, he had obeyed parental instructions not to bug his big sister while she was getting settled at home. But at breakfast when she announced it was her starting day at Merriweather, that she would be likely to be getting a study cubicle for her graduate work, he was impossible to hold down.

"Gee, sis, you suppose I could see where you're going to be working soon's you get settled?"

"Aw, lay off her, Denny!" snapped Barry. "She's gonna be busy."

"Well now, maybe after awhile," suggested their mediating mother, and she winked at Kitty across the table. "You know, Denny plans to go into medicine some day."

"I'll call you soon's your school day is over, if I have anything to show you."

"Heck, they don't let babies in the hospital!" grunted Barry, who hated seeing any competition for her time.

"She was a candy-striper over there at my age,"' snapped Denny. "I'll betcha there's something I could do, too, if I wanted."

"Yeah, bedpans," chortled Barry, cracking his kid brother across the shoulder.

It would help her get her mind off what for the moment was at a standstill in her thinking, Kitty decided, walking to the wall phone.

"Hi!" Denny's eager voice answered the ring. "That you, Kitty?"

"It's me. Denny, would you really like to see what they've given me for a study lab down here?"

"Sure would! Can I come right now?"

"Right away. I'm in Lab 5 in the Graduate Study wing. Come in your old clothes. I can use a little cleanup help. No bedpans, I promise."

"Great! I'll bike it right down. Be there in ten."

When she returned to the gray tiled work counter, Kitty crouched over the microscope for a minute, then pushed the instrument to one side and buried her face in her hands. She couldn't shake the image of Denny hiding in the walk-in linen closet of the bathroom two days earlier. And now, deep in her heart as she anticipated the imminent arrival of her no longer "baby brother", she knew cleanup help was the least of her interests.

As she bathed, Dennis had cracked open the door of the bathroom linen closet, sure he was hidden in the shadows, but unaware of his sister's keen powers of observation. Luxuriating in the privacy that wasn't hers, Kitty was aware of the faint sound of shortened breathing in the dark room somewhere. A glance from the corner of her eye and she caught a glimpse of a gleaming white shaft-a mountainous erection. Her first thought, Barry, was dismissed quickly, for he was still at gym. Daddy? Never! It must be Denny. But with an organ like that... at fourteen?

It was no time to risk confrontation and she busied herself with her bath, stretching indolently to deliberately expose her breasts, proud and pointing above the bubbles of Estee Lauder Plus and Foam Erotic bath froth. Humming happily as she gave her sneaky voyeur an extra thrill, she finished her bath, then toweled leisurely, her naked back turned to the closet door. When she had finished and reached for her robe, she saw the door tight closed and knew she was again alone.

Ever since then she had studied her youngest brother quietly when he wasn't aware of it. He was different from Barry. Not the muscled athlete type with a handsome face and Adonis body, Dennis was a homely, tousle-headed adolescent, shy and slim, but very direct. His eyes were much like her own, large and dark and, like her, he had dark hair and dark eyebrows. It was the part of him yet unseen directly that intrigued her now as she thought of Barry's grudging compliment to his kid brother-that he was all stud and part ram. Questioned, Barry refused to go farther with the comment.